Drabbles and Such

Sparks and Static

You could always tell how Simon was feeling. The open book personality helped, sure. But somehow it wasn’t his cluelessness that made his easy to read. When something upset him static would crackle in the air around him. A small flicker in the lights around him meant he’d thought of something clever. When his sky blue eyes clouded over, you knew it was only the calm before the storm. Rainy days are his favorite, a comforting feeling and the chance to relax. Simon Ambrosius was the loud shout of thunder and the gentle sound of rain. He was the simple charm of a blue sky and excitement of a lightning bolt rolled into one. Simon was a storm.